As soon as this statement came out, everyone was in an uproar.
Meng Kun looked at the blood-stained cloth bag in Luo Feng's hand and seemed to have thought of something. He frowned and his expression changed slightly.
Wen Moxuan rode his horse, neither in a hurry nor in a hurry.
He covered his mouth with his left hand. The snow and wind covered his cough, but it could not cover up the scarlet color on his palm.
Wen Moxuan clenched his fist slightly, exhaled lightly, and slowly dismounted before walking in front of everyone.
"Prime Minister, please stop resisting. You have no way out."
Wen Moxuan stood up straight, not groveling at all because of Meng Kun's prominent status.
Meng Kun squinted at Wen Moxuan, and then turned his attention to the cloth bags.
"Just a few heads want to pour this dirty water on me. It's really ridiculous."
Luo Feng snorted coldly, raised the tip of his spear, and the blood-stained cloth bag revealed its true contents.
The people around them suddenly widened their eyes, and some people seemed to recognize the appearance of these heads.
"From the third rank of Huaihua General, Zhou Dingbang!"
"General Ningyuan from the fifth rank, why!"
Wen Moxuan folded his sleeves with his hands, folded them on his lower abdomen, and then said: "From the sixth rank of Zhaowu Colonel, Feng Quan. From the sixth rank of Zhenwei Colonel, Han Shu."
"These people must be familiar to the Prime Minister, right?"
Meng Kun's expression darkened, but he still sneered, "You can pin the crime of treason on me after killing a few military generals? What a joke!"
Wen Moxuan smiled slightly and said, "Indeed, just a few generals in the army who don't care about death will naturally not be able to defeat the Prime Minister, so I have prepared a generous gift for the Prime Minister."
As he said that, another person was escorted out from among the eight hundred white horse soldiers behind him.
Meng Kun's eyes narrowed, and his expression turned gloomy again.
"Oh my god...this...this is Zhao Guangzun!"
I don't know who recognized the general who was escorted by Baima Yicong in front of him.
"First-class hussar general, Zhao Guangzun!"
"Oh my god, it's really him!"
Many people looked shocked. A first-grade general could be said to be a powerful general in the army!
Wen Moxuan lowered his eyebrows and smiled slightly, "Prime Minister, when we meet old friends, why don't you two catch up on old times first?"
Zhao Guangzun was kneeling on the ground, his face was pale, and his long hair was messy draped over his shoulders. How could he still have the majesty of a first-grade general?
Meng Kun's face became increasingly ugly.
Wen Moxuan glanced down at Zhao Guangzun and asked softly: "General Zhao? The Prime Minister doesn't seem to want to reminisce with you. What should I do?"
Zhao Guangzun didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly his whole body trembled. He lowered his head deeply and said in a trembling voice: "Your Excellency, Prime Minister, we...were defeated!"
Meng Kun said coldly: "I don't understand what you are talking about."
Wen Moxuan shook his head, "It seems that the Prime Minister is ready to end the relationship, but it's okay. I still have a small gift to offer."
As soon as these words came out, Meng Kun's pupils shrank suddenly.
Wen Moxuan nodded to Luo Feng, who was beside him. Luo Feng turned around and returned to the Eight Hundred White Horse Yi Cong. A moment later, Luo Feng led a young man with a red face from the cold and walked over slowly.
The moment the young man appeared, "Su Youlan" not far behind Meng Kun suddenly trembled. She looked at the young man blankly, and no longer had the calm aura she had deliberately performed just now.
Wen Moxuan reached out and took the young man's hand from Luo Feng's. He and the young man looked at Meng Kun together.
Wen Moxuan's eyes were like a deep pool, calm and without waves.
The young man's eyes were like a clear spring, clean and pure.
Wen Moxuan held the boy's hand and slowly said a name.
"Liang Nian is a native of Langya County. He runs a rouge shop at home and his family is quite well off."
"A month ago, Liang Nian made an engagement with Jia Ziqi, the young master of the Jia family in the same county. It was originally planned that after New Year's Eve, the two families would officially become in-laws."
"But on the third day after the engagement was made, six members of the Liang family and twenty-one members of the Jia family all died violently."
Wen Moxuan held the young man's hand and squeezed it a little tight unintentionally.
"It's a pity that you made so many calculations, but in the end you failed to take into account human nature and what a mother can do for her child.
The young man next to me is named Liang Qing. He is the younger brother of the so-called "Three Princesses" behind you.
In order to save him that day, Liang's mother hid him in a pile of firewood. Mother Liang was stabbed dozens of times. After her death, she still fell in front of the pile of firewood. She did not die with her eyes closed, but when she saw that Liang Nian was lucky enough to survive, After that, he slowly closed his eyes. "
Wen Moxuan stared into Meng Kun's eyes and continued: "It's just that this is just the first step of your plan. In the second step, you let the Imperial Preceptor accidentally discover this Miss Liang who looks very similar to His Royal Highness. My brother used it as a threat to force her to defend you in public, or even beat her up, right?!"
Meng Kun's expression finally changed, and he subconsciously took a step back, "Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"
"A little strategist with a lotus tongue, slandering the prime minister of a country in public, are you not afraid of being executed by the nine tribes?!"
Wen Moxuan took a step forward, his voice gradually getting colder: "Impossible? Then how should you explain this young Liang Qing?!"
"Liang Nian behind you, how should you explain it?!"
"How can you defend the testimony of Zhao Guangzun, the first-grade general who is kneeling on the ground?!"
"Meng Kun!"
"You still don't know the crime?!"
Wen Moxuan pressed forward step by step, using his dying body to force Meng Kun into a desperate situation.
"Miss Liang, now that things have come to this, you still want to help others commit evil?"
Behind Meng Kun, Her Royal Highness the "Third Princess" finally sat slumped on the ground with tears streaming down her face.
A flash of panic flashed in Meng Kun's eyes, "Impossible!"
"Don't believe his words. This boy is a fake. He is dead. He is already dead!"
"I have already ordered him..."
When Meng Kun said this, he suddenly paused.
Wen Moxuan let go of the young man's hand and closed his eyes slightly, "Prime Minister, you finally admit it."
When Wen Moxuan opened his eyes again, his eyes were still calm.
"If you can find a woman who looks exactly like Her Royal Highness, I can use her tactics to repay her."
"This young man is not Liang Qing at all."
"Meng Kun, you lose."
Meng Kun's throat trembled and his lips trembled slightly, "It's impossible..."
"This is impossible……"
"I won't lose...how could I lose..."
"I haven't sent troops to Luochao yet, how could I lose..."
"I can't lose!!"
Meng Kun suddenly opened his eyes angrily, his eyes suddenly turned red, and there was endless madness in his eyes!
He attacked Wen Moxuan without any warning, "I'm going to kill you!!"
Wen Moxuan stretched out his hand to pull the young man beside him behind him, staring at Meng Kun without any panic.
Zuo Jianghe and Yun Lingtian suddenly took action. They stopped Meng Kun at the same time and said coldly: "Meng Kun!"
"You still won't stop?!"
